Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.